Okay this chapter's quite a bit longer than the first one, but it has erm...pornish bits. Thanks to all who reviewed: AVATAR THE LAST FART, whoever you are, thank you for an hour or so's worth of entertainment, Pam, beautiful dreamere, IntenseShadows, laffertyluver23, eddy6401, Charlie, Sure Thing Falling

Mark was leading him up to the raised platform and introducing him to the announcer who handed him a worn guitar and then spoke into the microphone, "Introducing a newbie for tonight, Sam!"

He stepped up onto the stage, his stomach turning with nerves. He coughed into the mic settling himself on the stool and adjusting the guitar on his lap.

"So err…this is a song some of you might recognise."

He'd only played the first couple of notes of Blue Öyster Cult's 'Burnin' For You' when a chorus of whoops and cheers broke out throughout the bar and Sam grinned into the audience, his eyes glinting in the spotlights as a few girls wolf-whistled. He knew it didn't compare to the original but he liked to think he did them justice.

And it was going fine until he looked up about half way through to stare straight into Dean's glittering eyes. He stuttered slightly on the words I'm burning I'm burning for you grateful for the 30 second guitar solo that came after, unsure whether his voice would work.

His fingers automatically found the strings, his eyes locked on Dean's, a thrill running through his body at what he saw there, completely sure he was just fooling himself and Dean was just shocked, surprised that he was actually any good.

When he started singing again he tore his gaze away and trained it instead on Mark's lust-filled one. But he could still feel Dean's eyes locked on him and the feeling it evoked scared him.

As soon as he finished he practically ran off the stage, ignoring the back slappings he received as he hastened towards the bar, so turned on by Dean watching him he needed release.

And the willing candidate was holding out a beer to him and he sat down.

"So that was alright, I suppose," the mischievous glint in Mark's eyes betrayed the joke.

Sam forced a laugh, eager to skip the small talk and just get straight to the desperate sex.

Sam's hand drifted across the space between them stroking lightly up the inside of Mark's thigh, hearing the hissing intake of breath.

Sam wasn't sure whether Dean was still watching but his inebriated brain had no control over his hand as it continued its journey.

Mark's breath was quickening as he hardened under Sam's questing fingers and his eyes fluttered shut in pleasure as he moaned, "I wouldn't have pegged you as such an exhibitionist."

Sam was surprised at his daring too and turned his head away freezing as his eyes met Dean's. He was standing in the middle of the room, eyes spitting fire and full of something Sam couldn't identify.

"You wanna take this to the bathroom?" Mark asked and Sam tore his gaze away from Dean's with effort. What he had seen there had just managed to confuse him more. And the fact that he was now hard, not from the intimacy with Mark, but from the brief connection he'd had with Dean, just made him feel even more wrong and twisted inside.

"Yeah," he said huskily grabbing Mark's hand and making a beeline for the bathroom, avoiding going anywhere near Dean.

They practically fell through the door of the toilets frantically gasping and stroking each other, each panting, moaning but not kissing…that was too intimate.

Sam felt some kind of power fill him as he watched Mark come undone beneath his hands. Sam was palming him through his jeans, Mark's head resting in the curve of his neck as he panted and gasped when the door to the bathrooms crashed open.

Sam looked up in shocked just as Mark came, bucking into his hand.

Dean's eyes were dark with anger and…something else as he grabbed the back of Sam's jacket dragging him away from a confused but satiated Mark.

"What the hell Sammy?" Dean practically growled.

Mark took one look between them and silently made his exit, aware of something deeper happening.

"What do you want Dean?" Sam asked too annoyed about being embarrassed.

"Why would you pull a stunt like that?" Dean cried, his voice strained with anger.

Sam just huffed and said quietly, disappointment beginning to make him feel sick, "Whatever Dean, you're obviously not okay with this. I'll walk back to the motel, let you cool off."

He hadn't expected Dean to mention anything about the song anyway. That didn't stop a little voice in the back of his head from saying yeah but it would have been nice.

He had stormed out of the bathroom before Dean could react and he quickly made his way to the exit suppressing, with difficulty, the urge to punch something really hard.

He blinked as the cool night air hit his face but it didn't help the burning ragelust within him. The moon was full, lighting up the parking lot with an ethereal glow causing shadows to play around him.

He had turned the corner heading down the alleyway beside the bar when someone slammed him against the hard wall and he turned in shock to see Dean standing right up close and personal panting with anger, his eyes spitting sparks.

"You don't just walk out on me like that, you hear me?" Dean growled, shoving Sam back against the wall again, his hands splayed across his chest.

"What the fuck Dean?" Sam cried in pain as his head was roughly introduced to brick.

Dean stared at him; his expression unreadable and he leant forwards, so close, until Sam could have moved barely an inch and kissed him. He was having difficulty from staring at those full lips until he realised Dean was speaking.

"Been teasing me all night haven't you? Thought you were so fucking clever flirting with some random man and winding me up didn't you?" The questions were punctuated with an abrupt shake as Dean slammed him again and again back into the wall.

It took a while for Sam's brain to catch up to what Dean was saying and even then his head was still fuzzy with confusion.

"Wha…Dean? I thought you were mad at me, cause I told you I was you know…into guys," Sam managed to whisper out his breath ghosting out in clouds.

Dean eye's flared with an emotion Sam could now identify as lust and really what the fuck was going on?

Dean moved his lips so they were right by Sam's ear and whispered into it, his hot breath causing Sam to moan slightly, "You were teasing me with that as well weren't you? Fucking taunting me with that song?"

Dean's hands had loosened on Sam's clothing and were now back to being splayed out across his chest and Sam felt like the heat from his hands was branding his chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sam groaned unconsciously leaning forwards, aching for a taste of those lips.

And then Dean had smiled and said, "Oh yes you do," before roughly attacking his mouth, lips sliding against Sam's, his tongue pressing insistently against Sam's mouth wanting in.

Sam brought his hands up to Dean's shoulders bringing him in closer until their bodies were almost fused together and Sam moaned into Dean's mouth as he felt his erection pressing at his thigh.

"Oh god Dean, what the hell are we doing?" Sam opened his eyes slowly to see Dean staring at him, his mouth swollen, the sight causing Sam to harden further.

"I have no idea, but you weren't fucking gonna kiss anyone but me tonight, you're mine," Dean whispered huskily, his hand drifting lower to stroke over the bulge at the front of Sam's jeans.

Sam bucked into his hand, shocked at the sudden contact and his cock twitched inside his pants as Dean stroked him again.

Dean's lips drifted lower until he was sucking at his neck, "You ever wonder why I never commented on your music Sammy?"

Sam tried his best to nod or say something but really his head was so unscrewed it was a wonder he was able to understand what Dean was saying.

Dean sucked at his neck before moving back up to his lips, saying in between kisses, "It's cause every time you play that fucking guitar," Dean cupped at his dick, "The look you get in your eyes," He unzipped his jeans and flicked open the button, "You look so fucking hot," Dean shoved his hand down his boxers, the contact of skin-on-skin making Sam writhe, "I get so fucking turned on Sammy, couldn't say anything cause I was afraid I would give myself away."

Sam almost couldn't believe this was happening, only almost though because there was no way even in his most explicit dreams that he could imagine that feeling.

Then Dean was kneeling down in front of him, shoving down his boxers and jeans and exposing Sam to the cool air. He leaned forward licking tentatively at the head, tasting the pre-come that was leaking out.

Sam clasped his hands in Dean's hair throwing his head back torn between wanting to watch Dean suck his cock and the urge to just lie back and feel.

Dean moaned around his cock as he engulfed it all with his mouth, taking as much in as he could and Sam gasped at the hot wet heat that contrasted deliciously to the frosty air.

"Oh god Dean," He mumbled along with a lot of other nonsense, just speaking words unable to form coherent thought.

He remembered the sight of Dean watching him as he flirted shamelessly with Mark and he recognised what he had seen as jealousy and the thought make his cock jerk inside Dean's mouth, turning him on unbelievingly.

Never in a million years would he have thought that he would be getting head in an alleyway by Dean of all people, but he was very much okay with it.

Dean flicked his tongue over the head, clasping his fist around the bottom of his shaft stroking and caressing and sucking and Sam couldn't take any more and he gripped Dean's head fucking into his mouth moaning, "Dean god I'm gonna…unnngh," as he came, Dean sucking it all down, swallowing it.

And the sight only turned him on more as Dean drew off, standing up and leaning forward to kiss Sam who tasted himself on his tongue.

Dean pressed him back against the wall rutting his hard cock against Sam's thigh grunting and moaning as he sought more friction.

Then Sam brought his hand up to cup Dean's erection and it jerked against his hand as Dean came in his jeans, a wet spot spreading on the front.

They leant against each other, breathless and panting into each other's mouths.

"Dean…" Sam started but he interrupted.

"Don't you dare apologise," Dean said lazily nibbling at Sam's jaw line.

"I wasn't gonna," Sam smiled, "Was just gonna say that if flirting with other people made you so jealous and horny maybe I should do it more often?"

Dean bit down slightly harder on the corner of Sam's mouth muttering, "Jerk."

"Bitch," Sam replied, relieved that nothing had drastically changed in their relationship, before buttoning his jeans back up and saying suggestively, "So back to the motel?"